I reckon each human being has its own library of sounds, voices and other noises that reminds oneself of particular people, events, places (like in fact any type of memory really). As a matter of fact, there is probably nobody in the world who can pretend to know the full range of voice and noises someone else can make as for instance a parent will never know the sound their own child make when experiencing a climax (Thank God... And vice versa) or a lover will never know what was the sound of the voice of their lovers as a child (and vice versa here again).

In a recent post, I was talking about the sounds of a city as the potential soundtrack of a place that each of us develop. And then, I started thinking about my own library of sound, outside of the cityscape - and here are the few I feel comfortable enough sharing as my own soundtracks: the sound of the gong - at the end of a yoga class when played live, the sound of my lover's heartbeat, the sound of the whales that I use as my alarm to wake up every morning.

Sadly, I recently discovered the sonar testing system used by the US Navy is deeply affecting cetaceous creatures that communicate via sound to find their way, their mates, their cubs in the depth of the ocean. As the Cold Way is no longer in place and that there are very little chances for a marine attack whether of the East or West coasts - sonar testing seems to be a bit of an obsolete technology to test. Especially when one considers its costs in an economical fragile climate and its truly disastrous and lethal consequences on already endangered species such as whales and other dolphins.

There is obviously not much to add to such a sad discovery. Let's just hope that the recording I have will not become the sound of a no-longer existing animal.